YOU'LL ALWAYS FIND A LOT OF SUNSHINE IN MY OLD KENTUCKY HOME
(Lew Brown / Rubey Cowan,   1918)


Oh! the blues have flown away because 
I'm going home today To Kentucky, 
I'll be lucky when I'm back again 
Oh! the humming of the bees, and the birdies in the trees 
Make me happy, oh, so happy with their melodies

Oh! I rise at early morn and help to plow the fields of corn
Then I wander 'way down yonder to my sweetie Sue 
All the boys around the farm, how they rave about her charm
They're so jealous, oh, so jealous when she's holding my arm

You'll always find a lot of sunshine, in my old Kentucky home 
In the southern atmosphere 
All your worries disappear 
You hear the darkies 'neath the trees, playing old time melodies 
And they croon a little tune of my old Kentucky home 
You'll always find a lot of sunshine, when my dear old mother's near. 
My sweetie Sue she's just a little bunch of sunshine, too 
And if you go down there midst all that splendor 
Stop! Look! I know you'll surrender, to the sunshine of my old Kentucky home.